Martha (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

(in answer to Sheila Cussons)

I did not find time to like her
to lay everything down at His feet,
to tell Him my deepest secrets,
as I was busy preparing,
was setting things in place for Him and for everyone
and I did also want His attention and love,
wanted to make promises that change my life
but He was not like any other human being
and still He did notice my works, did notice me,
did thank His heavenly father for the food and everything
did want to change me in my humanity,
did tell me that a person can serve God in other ways as well,
eventually everything was just His blood and bread
and His death was to every one of us a terrible thing.

[Reference: "Martha" by Sheila Cussons.]